We batted around a few rather nerdy ideas for Tommy's first Halloween costume, but ultimately decided he had to be a cowboy since he loves getting pony rides on his Daddy's knee so much. He seriously does a digging-in-the-spurs move when he wants to bounce more. He already had some little khaki pants and a plaid shirt that made the perfect base for the costume. We bought a $6 hat from Amazon, and some baby boots from eBay. Then a quick trip to Joann did the rest. I got two pieces of brown felt, and a tan piece (for a whopping 75 cents total) and a yard of woven belt for $2. I used one of T's sleepers as a size reference and made a vest out of the brown felt, and I used the tan felt to make a tiny baby-sized holster (or "gun pockee" as my family calls it because my younger brother was a cowboy for Halloween when he was probably 3-ish, and he called his holster a gun pocket, only he said pockee instead of pocket. Seriously, how cute is that?) I cut the belt down to size, strung on the gun pockee and hot glued on an oval of cardboard wrapped in aluminum foil to serve as a belt buckle. I just used a diaper safety pin with the little locking head to fasten it since cardboard makes a terrible buckle (don't worry, I instinctively knew that. I didn't try it and then resort to a safety pin.) As the finishing touch I used one of the babyRagz my sister-in-law makes as a cowboy bandana. Kelly and I wore jeans and plaid shirts and called ourselves officially costumed. Now for way too many pictures of our (quite literally) rootin' tootin' cowboy.
|Assemble a baby cowboy kit|
|Every cowboy knows how to hoedown|
|Approaching his faithful steed|
|The faithful steed was not a fan|
|On the way to the trunk-or-treat. T wanted to ride his faithful steed, but she turned out not to be so faithful after all. We all decided in the name of safety his car seat would be the better option, anyway.|
|At the trunk-or-treat getting a pony ride from Dad|
|He actually slept like this most of the time we were at the church|
|His hat was a little big and kept sliding over his eyes. In this picture my blurry hand is going to fix his hat; I promise I'm not slapping my baby.|
|He REALLY liked chewing on his hat cord|
|Well, he liked putting any part of his hat in his mouth, really.|
|Nice gun pockee, T! (And no, there was never a gun to go in his gun pocket.)|
Fortunately he got to wear this adorable ensemble twice, since there was a trunk-or-treat at church on the Saturday before Halloween (we did not actually beg for candy, since it would be Kelly and I who would eat it; we saved it for candy-eating-aged children and we just socialized), and we also went to a Halloween party on the actual holiday.
And of course we got a video (or five) of him getting a pony ride, since that was the whole reason we chose his costume. This is just a bunch of clips strung together because I don't really have time for doing anything more, and I didn't want to make you suffer through 20 solid minutes of pony ride (okay, we don't actually have that much footage) and worse still, even more of my really stupid voice (you're welcome). So don't mind the really abrupt transitions.
Also, sorry it looks like we're cave dwellers. Maryland doesn't believe in overhead lights, and evidently the four lamps in that room aren't cutting it for my crappy phone camera.
As anyone who has ever seen a baby knows, they probably won't stay in one outfit for too long due to the copious amounts of gunk that comes out of various places and ends up all over themselves, their clothing, and anyone else who comes in contact with them. As such, before the party on Halloween I wasn't going to risk his adorable costume before we even got to show it off, so for most of the day he wore the warm outfit we found for sale at Target that happens to look like a monster, so here are some Tommy monster pictures, for the sake of cuteness.
|He's actually never a monster. I got really lucky to have such a happy baby.|
|He fell asleep holding his monster horn|